Mama Vescha

Mama Vescha: Root worker, Spiritual Mother, Gnostic Bishop, Devotee in Vodou, and Owner of Sacred Vescha Conjure.Salute! I am V, a southern root worker
born in Southern California, raised in South East Georgia, and traveled
all lower southern U.S. states, fond of the swamps, woods, beach, and
deserts. My parents allowed me to explore my own spiritual and magickal
path growing up. On my journey through a “spiritual gathering”, I have
learned, practiced, embraced, and taught many forms of magick. I
explored early on Wicca, Witchcraft, Egyptian Mytho, Hinduism, Yoga, and
Divination. Later on I embraced Tantra, Gnosticism, Thelema, Hoodoo,
Alchemy, Apothecary, and Vodou. But I am like any other ordinary girl,
or occultist, root worker, magician, healer, priestess, etc. Lol.I
strive for liberty and pursuant of the Great Work, accomplishing our
True Will. I believe that we all have the power within to rule the
Universe as a Star and as a God. I do believe we are capable of reaching
the highest attainment in Life which is to be in unity with God,
whoever your God may be. At an early age I knew my path would
lead me to strive for helping others to reach their own goals, sharpen
their life, enrich their self knowledge, find happiness, balance, truth,
love, passion, success, etc. Those who know me, can tell you, I am very
eccentric and I am honest, loyal, straight forward, blunt, friendly,
but sometimes harsh and abrasive. I don’t sugar coat the truth, I like
to hit conflicts straight on!I
have been on a magickal path or spiritual journey as some might call
it, for as long as I can remember. I always had an interest in the
spiritual and occult, before I really even knew what this meant. I was
11 years old the first time a friend and I began seriously talking about
what GOD was, if there existed an afterlife. I was the type of kid who
liked to have a few friends, all the while I spent the majority of the
time writing songs, poetry, drawing, or day dreaming about being a
dancer, actor, private investigator, etc. As puberty hit, I was the girl
that was drawn to being and looking different with my own sense of
style. I had my own ideas on how things should be, I spent many hours
just being alone, because most kids my age were followers or like to
play. That wasn’t me, I was the kid who did a lot of inner reflection
and just wanted to learn what was going on in the world around me. I
didn’t need to fit in, I surely didn’t need any approval, I kept my
secret wonders and thoughts to myself in my art and writings. I was just
barely a teenager in the mid 80’s when I first experienced anything
abnormal or paranormal or at least that I recognized that could be
abnormal. Let the truth be known, as I raise 3 children, they have had
mystical and paranormal experiences, however, myself and their father
making no big fuss about it, it has become the norm for them. My own
outlook on this is that as I was in the height of teen years and
searching for my identity. This experience was a visit from a deceased
family member, who had passed 3 years before, I was 14 years old. It was
spontaneous and was not something that had followed any irregular
patterns of weird child behavior resulting from experiencing grief. The
only connection I could guess now looking back, is that my family was
“open-minded” and may have some spiritual gifts, like odd dreams and
occasional “coincidences”. Nevertheless, this experience was quite
interesting enough for me to look into what was possible beyond our
normal “senses” and as a teenager how much of our senses are we breaking
down fundamentally? By this time, I still was the shy girl but I was
the shy girl with a lot of understanding of who she was and who others
were. I was the go to girl in my group of friends; I was
“Momma” to them all, the one they looked to for advice on their little
mundane teenage drama. They knew I was honest, and I told them what they
didn’t want to hear sometimes, but they knew I was a loyal and caring
friend. I began studying the easiest to acquire magickal books I could
get my hands on, and it turned out to be an old “What Witches Do”, a
1970’s copy, that was in the attic and belonged to my mother. In
addition, my family and I traveled every year to New Orleans to stay for
a week. That is when I learned a little about Vodou, dolls, and charms,
etc. Most likely, there was probably an influence of Hoodoo in the
elementary magick I was doing at the time with some binding and love
spells. There was some connecting influences from those days and suspect
that some of my later magick as well, was indeed influenced by the
culture of New Orleans that I was exposed to. It wasn’t till 4 or 5
years later, in the 90’s and now into my early twenties, that I met
my partner and started on a new magickal path learning all I could, and
mastering my body, ego, soul, and emotions through Thelema, Tantra
Magick, Yoga, and Divination. My partner brought forth the first Vodou
Ceremony around 1999 or 2000. It was in service to Ogou. At the time, I
was present for learning and support to my lover. I had NO Idea the path
Ogou’s machete was about to clear…Fast forwarding to the present and skipping all the juicy details, I grew further into the being I am today. It became clear to me as
the years went on how much the Loa (Vodou spirits) had shaped and guided
me through times and trials in life. As any person who has ever
experienced anything magickal, mystical or paranormal, you know how this
can stir a basket of different ideas and emotions: doubt, skepticism,
excitement, fear, happiness. You name it, I probably experienced it.
Over time, you come to embrace this fact and then the door is wide open
to a lifetime of more adventure! The Loa have guided me to where I am
today and this work here, providing tools for people like you and me. I
consider myself a healer and a catalyst. My goal is to provide people
with the tools to gain Gnosis. It’s not always the easiest task in the
world to do; people come and go in life and on this path. I have left
behind many old friends, not always by choice. Sometimes old friends
just don’t understand or can’t keep up with the changes that you go
through when you’re aware of your path and the choices you have to make.
Sometimes you reunite when the time is right, sometimes you don’t. I
have experienced both. It never changes though, even through the
sacrifices, that what I am here to do is to put forth the opportunity,
the tools, and the knowledge to real people who are in search of
happiness, love, and all that fluttery good stuff we enjoy. Well, yes,
even for the darkest parts of our souls, we all have one.
Yes, I am still that independent, sometimes shy girl, always learning
about the Occult, and working on finding all the secrets in life and
there after, I am still the loyal, blunt, honest friend. I am still the
artist, the dancer, and I graduated with a criminal justice degree, Lol.
I have worked very hard to make my life the way it is today, nothing is
ever perfect, yes we all make mistakes, but we learn and grow from them
and I teach this to those in life that need to hear this little piece
of good advice that our mom’s and dad’s try to teach us too! So, in closing, I hope that my small
share of who I am as a real person inspires something in each of you to
be unique and embrace the self, to always continue to strive to
be a King. I hope that you will cherish your own path as everyone is
unique in their own right. I stand for self truth, responsibility,
vigilance, and the pursuit of Gnosis. Your way is the right way, don’t
let anyone tell you different.